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- teren von skraedder,
- { adelaide leblanc },
- { anders },
- { araceli bonaventura },
- { ariadne },
- { benevenuta thevenet },
- { bruce banner },
- { cassandra pentaghast },
- { cole },
- { dorian pavus },
- { eirlys ancarrow },
- { ellana ashara },
- { fenris },
- { galadriel },
- { gavin ashara },
- { hermione granger },
- { iron bull },
- { james norrington },
- { jamie mccrimmon },
- { jim kirk },
- { kain highwind },
- { korrin ataash },
- { leliana },
- { leonard church },
- { malcolm reed },
- { maria hill },
- { martel },
- { maxwell trevean },
- { merrill },
- { mia rutherford },
- { nerva lecuyer },
- { obi-wan kenobi },
- { rachette dakal },
- { samouel gareth },
- { sera },
- { siuona dahlasanor },
- { solas },
- { velanna },
- { zevran arainai }
OPEN: Cloudreach Event
WHO: Anyone at Skyhold
WHAT: Cloudreach showers bring weird shit.
WHEN: Cloudreach 15 onward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: For information about the illness, its effects, and its cure, please make sure to also read the OOC Post.
WHAT: Cloudreach showers bring weird shit.
WHEN: Cloudreach 15 onward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: For information about the illness, its effects, and its cure, please make sure to also read the OOC Post.
This high in the mountains, snowstorms are to be expected. But this one is large and lingering, hanging over the valley and the fortress for days. In Skyhold, with its eternal spring, the snow becomes rain before it hits the ground, leaving inhabitants and visitors to wade through puddles and mud in the courtyards. In the valley, snow and ice accumulate under cloud cover—and worse, when the clouds finally thin, a whole winter's accumulation of snow begins to melt in the sunlight.
Within a day, the ground is sodden and mucky enough to give the survivors of the Fallow Mire (or Ferelden in general) unpleasant flashbacks, and those who live in tents are issued additional hastily-constructed wooden pallets to raise their floors above the mud. It is worse outside the fortress: streams and rivers have overflowed their banks, rapids run twice as fast as normal, and flash flooding has made even road travel treacherous.
On Cloudreach 17 a mudslide buries the pass into Skyhold from the west, and on the 19th a sheet of snow loosened from a mountainside collapses into the shadowed passage from the east. An Inquisition supply caravan is caught in the latter, scattering wagons and goods across the hillside and leaving a dozen people and horses in need of rescue and medical care.
Healers may find themselves stretched thin, as in addition to the usual rash of blisters and sniffles that come from days of rain and flooding, an illness begins to sweep through Skyhold's ranks from around the 16th onward. It's marked first by climbing fever, then by flashes at the edges of vision—green light and jagged formations that aren't there, beings of light and shadow gathering around people or clustering in corners—and distant voices, coherent for brief moments if you're quiet and still and not trying too hard to listen.
Within a day, the ground is sodden and mucky enough to give the survivors of the Fallow Mire (or Ferelden in general) unpleasant flashbacks, and those who live in tents are issued additional hastily-constructed wooden pallets to raise their floors above the mud. It is worse outside the fortress: streams and rivers have overflowed their banks, rapids run twice as fast as normal, and flash flooding has made even road travel treacherous.
On Cloudreach 17 a mudslide buries the pass into Skyhold from the west, and on the 19th a sheet of snow loosened from a mountainside collapses into the shadowed passage from the east. An Inquisition supply caravan is caught in the latter, scattering wagons and goods across the hillside and leaving a dozen people and horses in need of rescue and medical care.
Healers may find themselves stretched thin, as in addition to the usual rash of blisters and sniffles that come from days of rain and flooding, an illness begins to sweep through Skyhold's ranks from around the 16th onward. It's marked first by climbing fever, then by flashes at the edges of vision—green light and jagged formations that aren't there, beings of light and shadow gathering around people or clustering in corners—and distant voices, coherent for brief moments if you're quiet and still and not trying too hard to listen.
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Well. That's one way of staying warm, anyway. A scarred brow arches.
"Hello to you too."
Concerned as he might be, he still smirks down at the elf like nothing's amiss, like he's just had too much to drink and is a little more loose-limbed than usually. But it's good that he's here. Easier to keep an eye on him that way.
Too much weird shit going around right now for his liking.
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It's not his smoothest or even most coherent line, but it's monosyllabic and he can manage that much easily enough without too much thought. Or. Wakefulness. But he's not ill. Ill elves cannoth old conversation! He clearly can. "How have you been?"
See? Conversation.
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Though it's entirely possible he'd be willing to snuggle up to him in public regardless. He wouldn't put it past him. He's still obviously got whatever's been floating around, and by now Bull's figured out it's not contagious. Whatever it is.
So nothing wrong with keeping him close, one large hand patting against his shoulder under the weight of those blankets. "Sure you shouldn't be taking it easy somewhere?"
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Being proud of himself for managing that much through the fog and warmth is probably a sign that his perk is in the negative. That he has a debt of perk. He is owed more than a few perks and has none to spare.
"Is that not what I am doing?" Here is as good as anywhere. No, it's better, because it has Bull.
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And putting on the act is taking energy it really doesn't seem that he has to spare. Still, he could do worse for places to curl up. Bull's not going to make any moves to move him until it seems as though he's well and truly done. Let him soldier on, if it makes him feel any better.
That tenacity is part of his charm, after all.
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He'll need to get Bull something nice for Summersday. Perhaps something in dawnstone? He shifts a little more to rest his head against Bull comfortably. "You are warm."
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Much like Zevran is now, in fact. Though there's no complaint there. He just runs a hand idly up and down the elf's back, stroking soothingly through the blanket as he lies there in a slightly-coherent heap.
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"You sure you wouldn't rather just be tucked into bed? Maybe get some pretty maid to pat your forehead with a cool towel."
Not that he doesn't already know that Zevran could well have one of those, if he wanted, but from the look of her? She's not in any better shape than Zevran himself is in.
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That is the slang of some.
"Perhaps I wanted you to pat my forehead with a cool towel. Besides. I am more comfortable where I know nothing will happen while I am asleep." Whereas in his room, even with the locked door? It is a fear.
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"Just making sure. You go on and nap, then."
The weight against his side is barely noticeable, and it's not as if he was planning on going anywhere for a while.